Then one day the war cry sounded Over valley, hill and plain. From the North came dusky warriors, From that vast unknown domain. When the news had reached the valley That the foe was near at hand, Every brave was stirred to action To defend his home, his land. To the hills they quickly hastened There to wait the coming foe. Each one ready for the conflict Each with arrow in his bow. Awful was the scene that followed, Yells and warwhoops echoed shrill. But at last as night descended Death had conquered; all was still. Then the women in the wigwams Hearing rumors of the fight, Bearing flaming, flickering torches Soon were wandering in the night. There they found the loved ones lying Calm in everlasting sleep. Little wonder that the women, Brokenhearted, all should weep. Hours and hours they kept on weeping, 'Til their tears began to flow In many trickling streamlets To the valley down below. These together joined their forces To produce a larger stream Which has ever since been flowing As you see it in this scene. Indians christened it Nehawka Crying Water means the same. In this way the legend tells us Weeping Water got its name. INCIDENTS AT PLATTSMOUTH BY ELLA POLLOCK MINOR Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Vallery were living in Glenwood, Iowa, in 1855, when they decided to purchase a store from some Indians in Plattsmouth. Mr. Vallery went over to transact the business, and Mrs. Vallery was to follow in a few days. Upon her arrival in Bethlehem, where she was to take the ferry, she learned that the crossing was unsafe on account of ice floating in the river. There were two young men there, who were very anxious to get across and decided to risk the trip. They took a letter to her husband telling of the trouble. The next day, accompanied by these two young men, Mr. Vallery came over after her in a rowboat, by taking a course farther north. The boat was well loaded when they started on the return trip. Some of the men had long poles, and by constantly pushing at the ice they kept the boat from being crushed or overturned. Mrs. Vallery's oldest daughter was the third white child born in the vicinity of Plattsmouth. And this incident happened soon after her arrival in 1855. Mrs. Vallery had the baby in a cradle and was preparing dinner when she heard a knock at the door. Before she could reach it, an Indian had stepped in, and seeing some meat on the table asked for it. She nodded for him to take it, but he seemed to have misunderstood, and then asked for a drink of water. While Mrs. Vallery was getting the drink, he reached for the baby, but she was too quick for him and succeeded in reaching the baby first. He then departed without further trouble.